I've always known Jordan had the potential to be a good, if not great, writer. Her imagination amazes me. Until recently, she channeled her imagination into her drawing. But, even then, she always gave her characters backstories. I knew if she ever put those words on paper, it could be wonderful. Time will tell if I was right. But, that's not the focus of this post.
The purpose of this post is the joy of writing that I've rediscovered through her eyes. When I first started writing many decades of moons ago, I used to get so excited about a new turn of phrase or particularly beautifully crafted paragraph, that I'd call my mom or sister and command them, "Listen to this..."
And now, when Jordan climbs into the car after her class, she asks me, "Do you want to hear what I wrote?" And of course, I say, "Yes."
While I still find joy in writing, over the years I've lost the need for instant affirmation. Although, if you feel the need to comment, please feel free :)
Maybe it's because I've been in critique groups, have had agents request--and ultimately reject--full's, blog every week...Or maybe, it's because I've grown up as a writer.
That said, I'm posting a paragraph from Suitcases and invite you to post your own paragraph. After all, a little affirmation never hurt anyone.
“Ten years.” Ana reminded her. “Imagine that.” Seeing Lexie had stoked the smoldering embers of Ana’s soul almost as much as renewing her passport. She felt as if she were on the precipice, although she wasn’t sure for what.
“You’re different today.” Chessie brushed a strand of Ana’s hair back. “Kind of glowy.”
Ana couldn’t deny she felt different—lightheaded and—Happy? Was that what she was feeling? As if something great was just around the corner. As if her soul expected something fabulous to happen. That was it—she felt quite expectatious.
Okay, let's see yours...